Who else is drunk?

Originally posted by shavixmir
Anyway...

Yes. I reckon I'm now offically drunk.

Yes, let me quote myself.
No, let me quote Larry Miller on this very topic...let me quote the 5 stages of drinking

STAGE 1:
It's 11:00 PM on a weeknight, you've had a few beers. You get up to leave because you have work the next day and one of your friends buys another round. One of your UNEMPLOYED friends. Here at stage one you think to yourself, "Oh, come on, this is silly, why as long as I still get seven hours of sleep (snap fingers), I'm cool."


STAGE 2:
It's midnight. You've had a few more beers. You've just spent the last 20 minutes arguing against artificial turf. You get up to leave again, but at stage two, a little devil appears on your shoulder. And now you're thinking, "Hey! I'm out with my friends! What am I working for anyway? These are the good times! (HIC) Besides, as long as I get five hours sleep (snap fingers) I'm cool."


STAGE 3:
One in the morning. You've abandoned beer for tequila. You've just spent another 20 minutes arguing FOR artificial turf. And now you're thinking, "Our waitress is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen!" At stage three, you love the world. On the way to the bathroom you buy a drink for the stranger at the end of the bar just because you like his face. You get drinking fantasies like, "Hey fellas, if we bought our own bar, we could live together forever. We could do it. BOBBY, you could be the cook." But at stage three, that devil is a little bit bigger... and he's buying. And you're thinking, "Oh, come on now. As long as I can get three hours sleep...and a complete change of blood (snap fingers), I'm cool."


STAGE 4:
Two in the morning. And the devil is bartending. For last call, you ordered a bottle of rum and Coke. You ARE artificial turf! This time on your way to the bathroom, you punch the stranger at the end of the bar, just because you DON'T like his face! And now you're thinking, "Our busboy is the best looking man I've ever seen." You and your friends decide to leave, right after you get thrown out, and one of you knows an after hours bar. And here, at stage four, you actually think to yourself, "Well... as long as I'm only going to get a few hours sleep anyway, I may as well....STAY UP ALL NIGHT!!!! Whoa, yeah! That'd be good for me. I don't mind going to that board meeting looking like Keith Richards. Yeah, I'll turn that around, make it work for me. And besides, as long as I get 31 hours sleep tomorrow... yeah... cool.


STAGE 5:
Five in the morning. After unsuccessfully trying to get your money back at the tattoo parlor ("But I don't even know anybody named Ruby!!!&quot😉, you and your friends wind up across the state line in a bar with guys who have been in prison as recently as... that morning. At this time of the day, even the devil is saying, "Uh, I gotta turn in. I gotta be in Hell AT nine. I've got that brunch with Hitler... I can't miss that." At this point, you're all drinking some kind of thick blue liquor, like something at a barborshop used to clean combs. A waitress with fresh stitches in her head comes over, and you think to yourself, "Someday, I'm gonna marry that girl!!" One of your friends stands up and screams, "WE'RE DRIVIN' TO FLORIDA!!" And then passes out. You crawl outside for air, and then you get hit by the worst part of stage five -- the sun. You weren't expecting that were you? You never do. You walk out of the bar in daylight, and you see people on their way to work, or jogging. And they look at you -- and they know. And they say, "Who's Ruby?" Let's be honest. If you're 19 and you stay up all night, it's like a victory... like you've beaten the night. But if you're over 30, then that sun is like God's flashlight. We all say the same prayer: "I swear, I will never do this again... (how long?) as long as I live!" And some of us have that little addition, "and this time, I mean it!"

Originally posted by shavixmir
Rubbish.
I only have to imagine watching a republican convention and I get hungover.

Point is if you didn't drink you wouldn't get hungover. And if you don't think about republican conventions you won't get one either... duh...

Originally posted by Remora91
Point is if you didn't drink you wouldn't get hungover. And if you don't think about republican conventions you won't get one either... duh...

If you didn't breath you wouldn't get lead poisoning either. But you breath. You're poisoned.

and I think you are justified in whining when you're dying.

Originally posted by shavixmir
If you didn't breath you wouldn't get lead poisoning either. But you breath. You're poisoned.

and I think you are justified in whining when you're dying.

I give up on you...